This is a song about "The fur trade canda"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

I fucking cut off your dogs fur

I call her, no answer

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Bullet in your ass! my fur is bulletproof, you lose when i tell the truth, through

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off